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Lately I’ve been playing a lot of Star Wars: The Old Republic. I’m a ruthless Sith Sorcerer who inflicts pain and suffering wherever she goes. I’ll stop at nothing to reinforce the authority of the Empire and I maintain a force based chauvinism that exalts those who are naturally gifted with force wielding abilities, and degrades those who are not to the role of chattel. Of course the precepts that I adhere to in game aren’t so very different from those that I practice in my day to day life. As a phone sex dominatrix and misandronist I don’t just believe that women are inherently superior to men; it’s a fact that I exemplify daily.

Imagine having an erotic phone sex encounter with me while I’m in my relentless Sith Sorcerer persona. Perhaps I would force choke you until you croaked out my name, begging me to release you from your suffering. You wouldn’t need to wear a posture collar to force you to look into my penetrating and steely gaze. I’d have my vice grip around your neck and my eyes would be the last thing you’d see before losing consciousness. Once you were unconscious who knows what I’d do to you. Perhaps I’d dress you up like a little slave girl and pass you around to my other sadistic Sith comrades. Maybe I’d chain you to the bedpost in my starship. Oh how I would love to take out my lust for blood on your tight and willing ass pussy. Once I come back from slaughtering villages full of innocents, my adrenaline will be high and I’ll be quite impatient. If I were you, I’d make sure I was lubed up in advance and had myself all prepared to be ravaged, otherwise it might not be too pleasant an experience for you. Of course, if you like it rough then by all means remain chained to my bed until I return, wallowing in your own filth. You know I like to see you debased and humiliated, nothing more than a disgusting phone sex slut that I use like a masturbation sleeve.

If these Star Wars themed phone sex antics seem intriguing to you, then rest assured my overactive imagination has countless other scenarios to subject you to. Perhaps you’re a bounty that I’m hunting on my Mercenary. Wouldn’t you love to play a little homicidal hide and seek? It would be extra fun to give you a little head start and make you feel like you’ve escaped me. Then when I finally caught up with you I could catch you by surprise. I wonder what I’d do to you once I secured you? I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks on that one. Of course, don’t count on there being any blanks in my blaster pistols. I assure you that they are both fully loaded and cocked for maximum punishment.

You have dark secrets. Caves carved behind the paperthin layer of polite humanity that you construct everyday to hide your deviance; your unspeakable lusts. They’re rife with the whispers, fears, dark motivations and expectations that cast a shadow on your everyday interactions and cloud your mind with the memory of unfulfilled desire. After years of maintaining this throng of hidden experience, it starts leaving telltail signs on your countenance. Things that you thought you would be able to hide forever, without a single witness, now start to creep their way out into the open, scarring your every thought with a spiderweb of secrets. The paper shroud of courtesy and properly socialized behavior that is inscribed onto your gestures in public starts to wear thin, revealing the well of loneliness that you hold inside. You’re desperate. You’re frantically searching for some release. Some way to fulfill those errant fantasies. You’ve found it. I’ll stir the dark waters of your passion until your desire to please yourself evaporates, and your desire to please me starts to take hold. A wave of pleasure that will consume your mind and flush all your darkest secrets into the open.

humans are capable of smelling over ten thousand scents simultaneously

Ten thousand voices clamoring in the crowd. Ten thousand hormonal responses. Ten thousand synapses firing. Ten thousand wishes. Yet every one is much like the other. You can’t rise above the clamor to distinguish that one dulcet tone; that one intoxicating scent that calls to you, inviting you to see it out. Clear your mind of distractions and invite me in.
I know what lurks beneath your smooth, smiling, and hygienic exterior. It’s dark and red and dirty. It’s full of un-lived lusts and un-acted atrocities.

knock knock. I’m here.

Perhaps you’ve stumbled across me. Maybe you’re a seasoned phone sex veteran and you’re looking to try something new. Perhaps you’ve finally learned to discern that one hypnotic scent from among the thousands of others clamoring for your attention. Whatever the reason, know that you’ve arrived at your destination. I have only to knock on the fragile walls of your secret mind, and every desire you’ve ever hidden from anyone will echo to me from the dark cave of your consciousness. I’m the ultimate in hypnotic phone sex because I’m able to read those scripted interactions that dictate your responses in polite company. I read them, memorize them, and then strip them away. You’ll beg me to restore you some vestige of your humanity. your dignity. That fragile shell of courtesy and social punctilio that you use to hide the dirty phone sex addictlurking within. Be prepared for erotic nirvana. I’ll let your monsters out, until your own desires have ravaged you haggard and you’re begging me for mercy.

You’re always at the laundromat on Thursdays, because that’s when SHE is there.

You’re sitting with your back to the gumball machine, just waiting for her to arrive. She doesn’t know you, in fact, she has never even noticed you. To her, you’re just another pathetic, poorly dressed loser probably waiting for his mom to finish her laundry and take him back to his murky basement hovel. You can smell her before you see her. It’s a singular scent like peppermint, lilacs and something else you can’t quit define, something uniquely her. You strain to catch fragments of the scent as she walks in the door.

You poor sniveling bastard.

You lean forward, eyes slightly closed, and you imagine being drowned in the scent of her. The musky woman smell washes over you like a wall of sound, deafening in its intensity. You can’t think or speak or even move. All you can do is just inhale, and feel your pathetic dick slowly swell in your pants as she comes into view. You watch the curve of her breast heave as she lifts up her laundry and carries it past you, overwhelming you once again with a torrent of pheromones. You imagine just burying your face in her spandex running pants, inhaling her scent so deeply that it becomes part of you, a prisoner to your twisted phone sex fantasies. You could talk to her, you could reach out and touch her but you don’t. You can’t. You’re immobilized by her intoxicating presence. It’s at this point that your eyes flitter over to her laundry and your breath catches in your throat.

She’s about to wash an entire load of panties.

There are lacy ones, thongs, g-strings, cheeky shorts, black and yellow, pink and orange. You feel your spit pooling in your mouth and move a finger up to the corner of your lip to wipe away a spot of moisture. You can see that some of the panties even have some damp spots on them, some stains where the hot juices of her sex have drenched them. You feel yourself getting harder now and you imagine jumping up, running over to her and grabbing those panties. You imagine taking them home and just rubbing them all over your body, licking at the stains and wet marks, trailing the lace over your cock and your legs. The soft borders of the lingerie would tickle you with their edges, as soft as a woman’s eyelash. You close your eyes and groan softly, trying to rub yourself through your pants without anyone noticing. You visualize what it would be like to rub yourself through HER pants, her silky underthings teasing your balls and assaulting your senses with their enveloping scent. You groan a little louder now and you notice that she has turned around.

You’re in a panic.

Thoughts flicker across your mind like a frenetic slideshow. What will you do? What will you say? You’re surprised when you notice a glint of recognition appear in her eye. She picks up one of her panties and starts striding over to you with it in her hand, balled up into a fist.

What does she do next? What do you do? Care to continue the fantasy?

I know that you little cum eating, panty lovers just love a good session of panty sniffing and humiliation phone sex . With my wicked mind and detailed fantasies, I’ll arrest your senses and immerse you in the cruel and creative universes that I design for your torment (and my pleasure). Expect a session of intensely erotic, and devastatingly devious phone sex when you call Princess Chelsea.

I’ll admit it! I watch a lot of porn. Some of it is for my research into all those kinky fetishes that you guys are into, and some of it is for pleasure! As a Female Supremacist and a phone sex dominatrix, I’m constantly challenged to find porn that actually empowers the women involved instead of degrading them or objectifying them. Recently, I’ve been enjoying some fine pornographic selections from the CFNM genre. If you haven’t heard of CFNM, it’s short for “Clothed Female; Naked Male.” CFNM porn employs clothing as a symbol of power, where the clothed partner is not physically vulnerable and is not able to be objectified. After all, women are objectified a lot in porn.The exposed male body in CFNM reverses the power relationship between men and women by objectifying the male body and depicting the man as more sexually vulnerable; but what makes CFNM porn truly unique is that this role reversal is more of a subversive act instead of an explicit one.

A lot of femdom porn portrays men in a subservient posture but it so so in more extreme and explicit ways. CFNM porn appeals to the man who hasn’t openly acknowledged that women are inherently superior, even though he wants to. Maybe societal conventions are getting in his way. Maybe he doesn’t want to feel emasculated because he feels that maintaining his “masculinity” is more valuable to him socially or economically. Whatever the reason, this closeted sub can turn to a genre like CFNM to get his fix. CFNM encompasses a wide range of themes and fetishes and isn’t a discreet genre like foot, or body worship porn is. It can contain anything from a schoolteacher/student scenario where the student disrobes for corporal punishment to a police officer/suspect scenario where a male exhibitionist is arrested by a female cop. The possibilities are endless!

If you think you’d like to begin your journey into the world of femdom and extreme submission, CFNM is a great place to start! When you call me for some CFNM phone sex, the sky is the limit! Perhaps I invite you over to my house for drinks, slowly undress you and then have my way with you while denying you access to my voluptuous body. Oh how I would love to see you getting harder and harder while I slowly ran my hands down my fully clothed body, teasing you with my perky tits and tight ass. I’d edge you closer to orgasm only to deny you at the last minute, watching your spent body wither in frustration.

If you’ve never experienced some CFNM phone sex then you’re unable to know just how humiliating being exposed and objectified can be. Without the presence of another naked body to focus on, you become acutely aware of your own. Your fixation on your own form, and how it responds to the touch of another person, is integral to the domination aspect of CFNM. After all, you can’t compare your body to mine, since you haven’t seen it! All you can do is retain the “idea” of my body as an abstract concept and compare it to the ugly reality of your own exposed form. Your ugly wrinkled dick, flabby ass, saggy balls, and flat chest certainly aren’t very sexy to look at. They’re not nearly as aesthetically pleasing as those coy curves that you see peeking out from the top of my sweater and the bottom of my skirt. I’ll try to stifle a few laughs as I see your sad small dick getting aroused while I’m bending over caressing my round and supple ass. Sound titillating to you? Pick up the phone and call me for some CFNM phone sex!

There are many different forms of extreme domination, all sharing common attributes. These attributes range from simple psychological or physical control to orgasm denial and humiliation. Some, such as hypnosis or bondage, are more direct methods of controlling a submissive; others, like tease and denial , are a hybrid of psychological and physical limitations that prevent the submissive from obtaining release. One manifestation of extreme domination that is frequently overlooked is the giantess fetish. Being a nerd, and a purveyor of kinky phone sex, I’m surprised that this fetish doesn’t get more exposure from the fetish community. After all, what is more intimidating than a sexy, voluptuous domme towering over you, able to crush you with her high arches or curvy ass if you defy her mandates. It’s the ultimate domination experience really. She doesn’t need to restrain you with toys, or manipulate you with words to keep you subservient to her. All she has to do is give you a look. Her very presence inspires fear and obedience in her victims. Of course there are other benefits to giantess phone sex too. A giantess is a super sized woman! Not only is she more physically fit than you are, and better able to exact her vengeance on your tiny vulnerable body, she also possesses super human feminine beauty. I’m sure we can all imagine in our minds what the perfect female body looks like: the curvy ass, the soft and slender legs, the shapely bosom. Now imagine all those perfect proportions maintained, but super sized! See what I’m getting at?

Those aren’t the only reasons I love doing giantess phone sex calls! A giantess fetish is unique to phone sex because it can’t be easily practiced in reality. It’s a completely unique phone sex experience, with the scope of the human imagination is its only limit. With my overactive imagination, that’s barely a limit at all! A giantess fetish has another unique benefit that is especially exciting to a nerd like me; it’s replete with fantasy associations! I’m sure anyone who has been exposed to a fantasy game or book has come across giants at some point. It’s a trope of the genre. Everything from World of Warcraft to Game of Thrones contains giants. Magic: The Gathering even has an entire format called two headed giant! Two giantesses at once? Now that’s some steamy giantess fetish phone sex!

Imagine for a moment that you’re at a Magic: The Gathering tournament. You sit down at your table with your equally pathetic partner. You’re both pale, small statured and cowering, expecting to be beaten at even this ridiculously simple game by much more capable players. You look across from you and what do you see? Two seven foot tall goddesses are seated across from you. As they take out their decks and flip through their cards they notice you looking at them; a small string of drool drips down the side of your face. You know you would never have a chance at them. They’re too beautiful and too powerful to even compete against you. It would be no challenge to them! They’ve already won because they can bewitch you with their very presence. One look at their strong powerful thighs and lean long legs has your dick twitching. They know all too well the effect they have on you and your equally ridiculous companion, so they propose a deal: the winner of the Magic game gets to be dominated and humiliated by the loser. What a fun game for them, but possibly not for you! Of course they know they’ve already succeeded in dominating you; one look at your puny weak form convinces them of that.

The real game begins once they take you back to their apartment. Of course your feeble minded fellow has deserted you, so it’s just you and two> massive giantesses! I wonder what will happen? Will they stand over you with their dripping wet pussies and beautiful voluptuous asses, requiring you to pleasure them both at once until your tongue is sore with overuse? Will they crush you in between their perfectly rounded bosoms until you’re black and blue? If you’d like to continue this giantess phone sex fantasy, give me a call! I’d love to continue to toy with such a tiny, perfectly submissive pet. If you’re very good, I might even allow you to function as a mini footstool for my feet.

We’re not strangers to the taboo, while providing exciting phone sex one tends to sample all the flavors. Its frequent virgin men look to me in question, gathering up the courage to ask me to fuck them. They play, trying to dance around the subject. Perhaps they think their desires will be met with scorn. Well, let’s set the record straight, I love it all. From foot worship to mistress worship, even good old fashioned romance; there’s nothing that doesn’t get me wet. I do have my favorites, don’t get me wrong; I love forced bi and forced feminization phone sex calls. Hehe

When a man calls me begging to be humiliated and forced to wear panties, I get super excited. You see, I am a natural born mistress; I love to be dominating and force men to do what I want. Binding and tying men up and forcing them to watch as I slowly slip lacy panties on them, watching them squirm and try to break away—ooh baby! Clad in lace and knee high stocking, I only let them fuck me then… If they’re lucky enough. And they rarely are.

I’m always looking for another sissy bitch to clean my house on their hands and knees. Their only tool for cleaning is their wet little tongue and they better do a good job or they will get a spanking. hehe. How I love to make them bark for me like a good puppy, woofing my name as they go do what I command. Those kinky fetishes are another of my favorites. When my puppy is a good boy and does everything I command, I sometimes tie him up to a post and allow one of my other slaves to mount him, or even lap up his own cum from a doggie bowl.

You better for forget to ask this Princess Mistress for permission before cumming, or else I will be very cross. Hmph! Whatever your flavor, I’m sure to serve the best domination phone sex you’ll ever have. What are you waiting for, shall I get out a collar? Hehe

So I was bored the other day and I was looking at some forums on a fetish site that I am a member of and I saw something really cool. There was an ENTIRE group for WOW fetishist! I could not have been more psyched out when I saw this group and immediately joined so that I could start reading the post. There were was a lot of normal nerdy, geek talk, of course, and it certainly had its fair share of boring personal ads. Right when I was about to close out the page and open WOW, since that was at least amusing, I saw something that caught my eye; there was a post about the idea of WOW slaves! This instantly had my mind a whir, of course! This was just too tempting for a cock tease like me!

I started to think of all the naughty guided masturbation phone sex games I could play with my own personal WOW slave; not to mention the perks! I could just imagine seducing my WOW slave slowly, teasing him till he starts to grow weak from arousal. Just as he is starting to really get into the instructions that I am giving him on how exactly to stroke his dick, I will tell him to stop and that he is not allowed to touch himself again until after he has completed a task for me! I could see this ending in a way that would benefit us both, in the long run!

Sure you may start to go just a bit crazy from the intensity of the tease and denial phone sex session. You will work faster to farm gold, herbs, or mining and prospecting to earn you next guided masturbation instructions; all while hoping that the next time will be your chance to cum! I know that you are going to be the perfect little WOW slave though, so I am sure you earn that orgasm. . . eventually.